I bestow a Fountain of Blood(Distressing imagery)

"Daddy!" An excited Amy would come over to a just as excited Thomas Reid. Reid would have adjusted his glasses and crouched down to her level to pick her up. "Up you go! Look at you!" He would give her a gentle smile as he would sit on her pink bed. "Time for your check up, Amy. " Amy would shift around and tense up as she shyly looked up him. Her face pink. "Daddy! Am I special!?" She abruptly said as Thomas would be taken aback by the sudden shouting. Thomas would simply burst out laugh and had to adjust his glasses back onto his face. "Of course you are special. You are all my special children. My angels. My oasis." He would pay her head as her eyes grew wide. She then hugged his side and giggled. "I love my daddy!" She kicked her feet. Thomas chuckled and said. "I love you too, Amy." Thomas would bring out a recorder and said. "Say that again!" Amy would say with determination. " I love you, Daddy!" Thomas would stop the recording. "I am going to make some edits. A recording of all my miracles. You are all perfect in my eyes and when I'm blue... I will play it to show how truly blessed I am." He would take his glasses off to wipe away tears. Amy would gasp. "Don't cry, daddy! Don't be sad." Thomas would grin. "It's tears of pure joy. Nothing can stop me now." He said confidently. Amy looked up at him in awe. "Then I'll say it all the time! I love you, daddy!" Fire and Brimstone wasn't the only hell that was raised that day. Our Oasis... Our love... Our daddy. So many children was left lost... Including me. I still see him in my dreams. It drives me mad. Thomas would wait to see if any other child had been left behind. He grabbed his bloodstained shirt as blackened blood had came out of his mouth. He would sit up against a wall. Rain hitting his face. He grabbed a recorder from his pocket slowly and played it. He would listen to it. A collection of all of his hundred children saying "I love you, daddy" and various other words of endearment. His eyes would tear up as the Children of Reid surrounded him. He grit his bloodied teeth and made a smile. Many familiar. Many lost to time. Brutus, Enid, Amy, Profit, Cross, Brimstone, Shock, Sand Dune, Reiner and so much more. The young children would collectively cry for their dying foster parent. Amy would grab his arms as the recorder would continue to play. The tired Thomas would look up at Amy who was crying like the rest of them. He would wrap his arms around a now teenage Amy. His exhausted whisper would touch her ears. "I cry... Tears of joy... For I am blessed. Please. Please tell me one last time that you love me. I am scared to die. I-I am scared I won't see you again..." They would collective say that they love their parents. "Is that..." He reached out and many grabbed his hands. "So...? I..." Thomas's arms would go limp and his body would slump back. His breath turned into a final sigh. Profit would slowly make his way to Amy. "We need to get out of here, Now! They are coming." Amy set him against the wall. The group of crying teens would scatter into the woods. Thomas cough and continued the tape. "I bestow... A fountain of blood. Fucking... Bastards." Once it got to Amy's enthusiastic "I love you, Daddy!" The inside of the facility would blow up and anyone in it. After that, we do not touch the skeleton that was Thomas. Our father. Our Oasis. The only one we would truly love. Every month one of us comes to bring dead flowers amongst a grim grave. Many of us became criminals, murderers, thieves, corporate big wigs. Some tried to be like him and they failed. They can never be like Reid. We knew he would scold us but we're truly were Harbingers of our time. Damn dirty Equestrians. All of them would feel our cry. Our Fountain tainted by blood and how it will continue to flow. Bastards.